More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild
More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild - Diane Di Prima
- Diane Di Prima
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us the sounds of the streets and the sou… - Diane Di Prima
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us the sounds of the streets and the sou…
Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose. - Diane Di Prima
Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose.
In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love - Diane Di Prima
In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love
The only war is the war against the imagination. - Diane Di Prima
The only war is the war against the imagination.
It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges unde… - Diane Di Prima
It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges unde…
I think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think the poet is the first person to begin the shap… - Diane Di Prima
I think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think the poet is the first person to begin the shap…
I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life - Diane Di Prima
I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life
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